Woke up this morning at 11:11
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Woke up this morning and it wasnt in heaven
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Those are the reason 'bout
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Where I was sleeping but I was alive
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I was alive
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Woke up this morning at 11:11
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John was half-naked and Lulu was crying
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Over a baby
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That'll never go crazy
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But I was alive
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And till the end of this world,
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We'll all load in a dump truck of human
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11:11
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What else can I do,
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What else can I do
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Woke up this morning and
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Something was burning
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Realized that everything really
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Does happen in Manhattan
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Thoughts were of characters
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And afternoons lying with you
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And you were alive
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Ohh, the hours we are seperate
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11:11 is the precious time we wasted
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So pack up your bleeding heart
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And put away your posies
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I don't want to have a drink
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Or play ring around the rosie with you
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Oh no, no
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Ohh, the hours we are seperate
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11:11 is the precious time we wasted
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So let the blind fight the blind and see,
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As the fall take over summer
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Bringing the lattice roses
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And as winter brings the spring rain
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And to the end of this world,
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We'll all load in a dump truck of human
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11:11
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11:11
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| Rufus Wainwright |
